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Time drags so slow, i've lost track
day by day, dawn becomes dimmer,
life's purpose loses validity
no longer bearing quality.
Today where i stand,
i no longer feel solid ground.
it's moss and weed,
that slowly falls apart.
Tomorrow, facing endless scrutiny
i plunge these hands in the cold river
washing off all that once meant to me.
Apologies are all i have to offer
but i cannot defend anymore
not when there are no more answers to look for.
Distressed souls cry out to me,
with their pains and frustrations
yearning for aspirations
dreams that had a mean
goals unseen
A great people to be..
Futures hanging, aloft a thin veil of doubt
beyond skies, we ask ourselves
could we reach them?
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